Adam’s friends and associates were, predominantly, uninhibited. To be delicately precise—they got around, a lot. At least that was the impression conveyed. Empirical certainty unavailable, Adam bought all of it. And this tormented him. Pure envy. Something befitting prepubescents.
Billionaire athletes were pleasantly digestible to the ex-jock. Irritating celebrities? Innocuous. Yet lascivious tittle-tattle depleted his spirit. What of if you can’t beat them join them? Well, Adam always hated the word shy; it seemed a convenient crutch. Reserved fit him more comfortably. So, joining was definitely impractical.
Alas, he’d have to reconcile being happily married these past nine delightful years.
Wendy M says
You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone. Adam needs to get his priorities right! Great story
Jennifer J. says